Title: Shades of You and Me – Ch. 3: Deep Purple
Pairing(s): Seto + Yami
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Noa’s arc; vague and non-spoiling reference to Pharaoh’s Memory / Ancient Egypt arc
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. "Midnight Blue" is performed and recorded by Lou Gramm. Froot Loops are a product of Kellogg’s. M&Ms are a product of Mars, Incorporated. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: Chronologically, the first fic in my "Life with Kai-baby and Yami-kins" AU. Seto awakes to find Yami in his bed, and things go from there.
Status: 3 / 4
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/
This is a SHONEN-AI fic (male + male romantic relationship). If you are offended by homosexual relationships, please do not read this. Flames will be disregarded.
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Setup for this fic:
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Shades of You and Me
Ch. 3: Deep Purple
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I don't want to talk about it
What you do to me
I can't live without it
And you might think that
It's much too soon
For us to go this far
- "Midnight Blue," Lou Gramm
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Kaiba woke up with the most unusual feeling that the bed was breathing on him. Without even opening his eyes, he furrowed his brow and reached out a cautious hand, finding a tuft of soft, spiky hair. Mmm, probably just Yami… in my bed… HUH?!
He bolted upright, eyes flying open, and whipped his head to the side to see the silhouette of his former rival curled up on top of his comforter. Holy shit… what happened?! He was rubbing my back and… Did I fall asleep *again*?
Kaiba scratched the back of his head. Although it was disconcerting that Yami was able to get him to fall asleep so easily, the brunette honestly couldn’t remember ever getting a better night’s sleep.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim early morning light, he cocked his head and studied the former Pharaoh. Yami was practically swimming in the navy T-shirt Kaiba had lent him, and the legs of the borrowed silk boxers rode up high on his thighs while the waistband slipped down to his hipbones. His spiky tri-colored hair was splayed all over the pillow. Asleep, Yami lost that dangerous edge that kept everyone on their toes and he looked, surprisingly, like a regular teenager. Other than that crazy hair, of course.
Damn it, I’m losing it. Kaiba glanced at Yami again. But he looks good lying here in my bed. In my clothes. Am I really considering a relationship with the King of Games? The same guy that’s been a thorn in my side for much of the last two years? Hn… what am I thinking!? He’s probably just looking for a fuck buddy or something.
The brunette slid out of bed, then as an afterthought flipped his side of the comforter over Yami. Not going to have him blame me for waking up cold. Then he disabled the alarm clock and got ready for work, though it took a little longer than usual since he was trying to stay as quiet as possible. But he thought it was worth the effort, because by the time he left, Yami was still blissfully asleep.
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Yami so loved sleeping in. So when he pleasantly drifted awake sometime around 10:00 AM, his waking thought was, I love it when I have late shift. But his good mood only lasted until he realized he had just spent the night in Kaiba’s bed… doing absolutely nothing. ARRRGGGHHH!!
The ex-spirit sat up slowly and ran his fingers through his hair, looking around the room. Of course, Kaiba was long gone by this point. So there went his good mood and worse yet, now his morning woody wanted some attention as well. Cold shower or just beat off in Kaiba’s bed? Neither was what he wanted, but in consideration for Kaiba’s possessions, the cold shower won out.
After a very long, freezing shower, Yami dressed himself in his leather pants and Kaiba’s T-shirt, for lack of anything better. He really wanted to contact his aibou, but since he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on he decided that perhaps it would be more prudent if he talked to Mokuba or Noa first.
It wasn’t hard for Yami to locate the two younger Kaibas in the mansion. Now that they were no longer grounded, they were in their shared bedroom playing a very loud, destructive sounding video game. The crimson-eyed teen wandered into the doorway just as Mokuba steered his car over a slew of pedestrians and crashed into a brick wall.
"Good morning!" Yami yelled over the game’s obnoxious sound effects.
"Hey Yami! You sure sleep in late," Mokuba yelled back, before Noa turned down the volume on the television.
Yami smiled sheepishly. "Sorry… unless someone wakes me up, I tend to sleep in."
"Nah, it’s okay. Nii-sama usually leaves before 6:00 AM anyways," said Noa. "You want some breakfast?"
"Um… I think I should go home."
"Nonsense. And by the way, we called Yugi last night and he said Jounouchi will be happy to help cover your shifts, so stay as long as you’d like."
Yami had to lift a brow at this. "You called Yugi."
"Yep!" said Mokuba.
"I guess… I’ll have some breakfast then."
"I’ll take you downstairs," Noa volunteered. "Mokuba’s busy trying to beat his old score for highest body count. Is cereal okay?"
"As long as it has sugar in it."
The green-haired teen grinned broadly. "You have good taste, Yami."
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While Yami munched on a bowl of Froot Loops, he decided to go ahead and contact Yugi. At least it was summer, so Yugi and Jou were both free to take extra shifts in the shop, but he still felt bad about it.
Aibou? Are you busy?
Yami! Uh… okay, Jou’s got that customer covered. So… how did last night go?
We had dinner. Then I went up to Kaiba’s bedroom and he fell asleep.
Oh no! Yami, that’s terrible! Yugi screamed into the link.
Yami rolled his eyes. Obviously Yugi's mind was still in the gutter. I didn’t try to do anything! I gave him a backrub and that put him to sleep.
Ohhhhh… So now what are you up to?
Eating cereal. I just got up a little while ago. Do you need me to come in for my shift today?
Yami, by the time you get here, your shift will pretty much be over anyways. And Jou said he could use the extra cash anyways, so don’t worry about it. Spend time with Kaiba!
He’s at work.
Oh, right. Hmm… I have an idea! Why don’t you make dinner for him then?
Dinner? That’s not a bad idea… maybe, hmm… do you still have that lasagne recipe from last time?
I think so. You want me to find it and read it off to you?
Well, actually… I need to come home anyways. I ought to get a change of clothes at least. I’m in Kaiba’s shirt right now.
Yugi practically squealed. How cute! Why…?
Yami winced at his aibou’s mental screech. We got into… there was a food fight. And my shirt is in a laundry hamper somewhere.
The violet-eyed teen laughed heartily. A food fight? With Kaiba? How did you manage that?
It… just happened. Anyhow, I’ll be home in a little bit, okay? Please don’t tell Jounouchi or Jii-chan anything.
Jou was asking about you earlier, but I just told him you were busy with some personal stuff. And Jii-chan already knows… and he’s about as okay with it as he’d ever be, I guess. He didn’t try to stop me from setting you guys up, that's for sure.
Yami let out a little sigh of relief. All right, thanks. I’ll see you later, Aibou.
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One of Kaiba’s security guards drove Yami back to the Kame Game Shop, though the ex-spirit had the presence of mind to ask him to park around the corner so that no one in the shop would see the limo. The KAIBA2 license plate was a dead giveaway, after all.
Yami entered the house from the back door and went up to the bedroom he shared with Yugi and changed into a pair of fitted black trousers with buckles on the legs and a yellow and black slashed muscle shirt before heading down to the kitchen to dig up the lasagne recipe. While he was sorting through the cookbooks, he contacted Yugi through their link and asked the violet-eyed teen to come to the kitchen.
"Hey, so you’re really going to make dinner, huh?"
"Yeah…" Yami let loose a tiny sigh. "You really think this is a good idea?"
Yugi sat down and smiled. "Of course. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach."
"This is Seto Kaiba we’re talking about. I don’t think conventional tactics work on him. He barely eats as it is." Then Yami scowled and smacked the counter with his palm. "Damn it! I can’t believe I put him to sleep last night! What was I thinking?"
"You should’ve just jumped him then." He fluttered his lashes coyly.
Yami rolled his eyes. "The next person who says you’re sweet and innocent, Yugi… I’m going to Mind Crush them." Yugi merely laughed at the threat. "Anyways, I cannot just ‘jump him’ or ‘throw him down’ or whatever other turn of phrase you may choose to call it. I think… no, I *know* he’s a virgin and he seems to get nervous around any… insinuations I may make."
"No way… I can’t imagine that Kaiba’s never done it before! I mean, he’s… wow."
"He told me I was the only person he’s ever dated. And I'll assume he's never gone hunting for paid services, being as uptight as he is. I guess it’s hard having a social life when you’re the CEO of your own company at 18 and have guardianship of two little brothers as well. It was probably just as hard on me as well when I was Pharaoh 3,000 years ago."
Jou’s voice suddenly interrupted the conversation, "Hey, Yami! Where’ve you been? And what were you saying about being Pharaoh and all?"
Yami instantly stiffened, then relaxed marginally when he realized that Jou had only caught the tail end of his previous sentence. "Uh… nothing. Just chitchat. I’ve been busy."
"Yeah, with what? Oh, by the way, Yug, your Jii-chan was looking for some more those new box sets… you know where they are?"
Yugi nodded. "Third shelf on the right, at the bottom. The storage boxes have last week’s date on them."
"Ah, okay. You going to be hanging around a bit, Yami?"
The crimson-eyed teen glanced at his aibou, then shook his head. "I better be going. I still have a lot of stuff to do today." He grabbed the cookbook he needed and tucked it under his arm along with Kaiba’s T-shirt, then gave his other half a quick hug.
Yugi smiled and hugged back. "All right. I’ll talk to you later." If you need anything, let me know, okay?
"Yeah." Thanks, Aibou. "Bye, Jou."
"Bye!" The blonde waited till Yami was out the door, then grabbed Yugi’s arm as he began walking back to the storefront. "So who’s the girl?"
"Yami’s secret girlfriend. Who is she?"
Yugi blinked. Ohhh boy… "What makes you think he has a girlfriend?"
Jou pushed back his bangs. "Look, I know I’m not the smartest one around here, but even I can put two and two together. Yami’s too busy to show up for work, and now he’s goes and grabs a cookbook, so he’s got a romantic dinner planned or something, right? Looks like he even grabbed a sleepshirt or something. Someone’s getting lucky all right, but… he’s not with Anzu, is he?"
The shorter teen blanched. "No! No… absolutely not. Uh, look… I really can’t tell you, Jou. It’s up to Yami if he wants to talk about it, you know?"
Jou’s brown eyes bored into Yugi’s for a moment, then the taller teen grinned. "Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’ll just get Yami to tell me the truth next time he’s around. Maybe he’ll bring her around for Friday night coffee or something, ya think?"
"Um, maybe…" Sorry, Jou. I don’t think that’s going to happen.
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After leaving the game shop, Yami had the driver take him to a local market to buy ingredients. Unsure whether or not Kaiba even owned things like measuring cups and ovenware, Yami picked up everything that he thought he might need and then headed straight back to the mansion.
I wish I knew how to drive, thought Yami after the guard dropped him off at the stairs leading to the loggia. Maybe Kaiba can teach me. The former Pharaoh smiled a little to himself at the thought of racing down the street in the red Ferrari with Kaiba screaming in the passenger’s seat. Or maybe not.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Yami took a few minutes to take stock of everything in the refrigerator, pantry and cabinets. If he didn’t need the cooking supplies he bought, he would just give them to Yugi and Jii-chan. But Yami was glad for once that he went overboard on shopping. Considering how spacious the kitchen was, there really was nothing in it. A few mugs and dishes and some very basic cookware took up only a fraction of the cabinet space, and the pantry was barely stocked with nothing more than cereal, canned soup, ramen packets, and junk food. The refrigerator wasn’t much better; the freezer was full of microwavable foods and ice cream and the fridge had bread and beverages. What in the world do the Kaibas eat? Yami wondered, his nose wrinkling a bit. Not that it was really his business, but he couldn’t imagine Kaiba and his brothers subsisting on nothing but take-out and junk food.
"Well, at least I can make a decent dinner," he muttered to himself as he unpacked his shopping bags.
"What are you doing?" Noa asked, wandering into the room in search of a snack.
"I’m making dinner. Do you know what time Kaiba usually comes home?"
The green-haired teen frowned. "Late, usually. You want me to give him a call and find out?"
"No, it’s all right. I know he’s busy and besides, this stuff heats up pretty well so even if he’s late, it will microwave easily."
Noa fished a bag of chips out of the pantry and began munching some. "So what are you making?"
"Lasagne, and don’t eat any more junk food. You’ll spoil your appetite."
The younger teen almost choked on his chips. "You sound like someone’s mother."
Yami thought about it and then made a face. "By the Nile, you’re right."
Noa chuckled. "So… can I help? I never learned to cook before."
"Why not? You think Mokuba would want to help out as well?"
"Yeah! Lemme go get him." The green-haired teen ran from the room and rushed up to his bedroom. "Hey, Otouto!" he called out.
Mokuba looked up from his computer. "What’s up?"
"Call Nii-sama and tell him to come home on time today, okay? Cause we’re going to help Yami make dinner."
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Kaiba walked through the front door shortly before 6:00 PM. Oddly Mokuba and Noa hadn’t come out to greet him, and there was an unfamiliar but delicious aroma wafting through the air. Hn. I guess he really did make dinner.
Then Mokuba’s voice rang out. "We’re in the kitchen, Seto!"
The young billionaire put his briefcase down, shrugged off his trench coat and blazer, and headed towards the kitchen. "So what’s for dinner?" he asked as he stepped into the room. Mokuba, Noa and Yami were all seated at the island, playing hold ‘em with M&Ms substituting as poker chips.
"Lasagne," Noa answered frostily. "So Yami, I bet you have a pair, huh. But it’s probably just deuces. You know, I have pocket aces," he bluffed. "I raise you 10." He shoved a handful of M&Ms at the center of the counter.
The King of Games didn’t even hesitate. "Aces? I don't know if I can top that, but... all in."
"Shit!" Kaiba quirked a brow at Noa. "I mean, er… shoot. I fold. I guess that was the last hand anyways, right?"
"Yep." Yami scooped up his entire stash of M&Ms and started shoveling them into his mouth. "Dinahz awmost reddy."
"Yami, that is so gross," Mokuba complained, then he grabbed all his "chips" as well and munched them in one big mouthful. Noa laughed and followed their lead.
The crimson-eyed teen chuckled under his breath, then got up and walked towards Kaiba, who was still standing by the entryway. Smirking wickedly, he took the brunette’s hand and dropped a few candies into his upturned palm before sauntering over to the oven. Kaiba’s other brow went up. God, these are probably covered in his germs. But… oh well. He popped the M&Ms into his mouth and wandered towards the oven as Yami pulled out a large rectangular dish.
"That looks sooo good," said Mokuba, his eyes large as saucers. Yami grabbed a spatula and gave the noodles and sauce an experimental poke.
"Is that supposed to be cheese?" Kaiba asked, frowning. That's the worst looking cheese I've ever seen.
"Alfredo sauce, actually," Noa answered. "You’re still going to eat it, right Seto?"
"I’ll take that as a yes. This needs to cool down for a few minutes. Go sit down, Kaiba."
"Don’t tell me what to do," Kaiba snapped, but he went over to the dinette and grabbed a seat anyhow. "So what are you, some sort of housewife or something?" he sneered as he began tugging off his tie.
Yami didn’t take the bait. Instead, he began washing some parsley sprigs. "I missed my shift at the game shop today, so I figured I might as well make myself useful around here. Noa, Mokuba, you guys can go have a seat too. And thanks for your help."
"No problem," said Noa, stopping by the fridge to grab a jug of fruit juice. Mokuba grabbed some glasses and the two headed to the table.
"Did you have a good day, Nii-sama?" Mokuba asked once they were seated.
"Hmph. If you count firing a half dozen people, trying to attend two meetings scheduled for conflicting times, and having one of the main servers crash for a half-hour as good things, then I had a phenomenal…" Then his cellphone started ringing. "Shit, I forgot to turn it off."
"Don’t answer it, Nii-sama."
Kaiba glanced at Noa and flipped the phone open anyways. "Kaiba. Yes. Well, it was when I left… get to the point. Well, fix it then! I don’t pay you to sit around and watch the system fuck itself over... You had better get it fixed tonight!" He stood up and began wandering around the kitchen. "God damn mother fucking… well I’m trying to have dinner right now. Fine. Fine, and if I have to run down there tonight to fix your screw up, don’t bother showing up tomorrow because you’re going to be out of a job, you hear me, dipshit?!"
Yami wandered over to the table. "Does he talk that way to all his employees?" he whispered. Noa smiled and Mokuba halfheartedly shrugged. The ex-spirit gave them both a lopsided grin, then went back to the counter and started cutting up the lasagne while Kaiba continued to rant at the unfortunate soul on the phone.
By the time Kaiba slammed his phone shut and threw it on the table in frustration, Yami had already dished out the lasagne and was seated in front of his portion. "Sit down and eat, Kaiba." He began reaching for the phone.
Kaiba sat, then seeing Yami’s hand heading for his cellphone, attempted to grab it first and missed by millimeters. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Yami glanced at the phone and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to switch it off, so he quickly threw it under the table into Mokuba’s lap and said, "Turn it off."
"Mokuba, do NOT turn it off."
The black-haired boy glanced at Yami, then at his brother, then at the phone, then at Kaiba one more time. With a grin, he turned it off and shoved it into a pocket. "Sorry, Seto."
"Damn it," the tall duelist ground out.
"You can have it back after you eat," Yami said pleasantly.
"Fine, whatever." Kaiba stabbed his fork into his dinner and shoved a huge chunk of lasagne into his mouth.
Yami watched the young billionaire critically as he wolfed down his food. I hope he likes it. Maybe he’s just desperate to get his phone back. "So what do you think, Kaiba?" The brunette paused to shrug, then continued to eat like there was no tomorrow.
"This is SO good, Yami!" Mokuba gushed. Noa grunted in agreement. Yami smiled at the two of them. "So you gonna keep cooking for us?"
"I suppose I could, whenever I have… the opportunity. But you guys seriously need some cookware. A toaster, a microwave, and a single skillet and saucepan aren't going to cut it."
Kaiba swallowed a mouthful of food, and waved his fork at Yami. "Take Mokuba or Noa with you tomorrow and get whatever you need. They both have credit cards."
The ex-spirit grinned broadly. "Really? Because I can really deck out this kitchen if you’ll let me."
"Why not? I hardly think you’re going to break my bank account. If nothing else, I know you’re not after my money."
Ooookay. Yami’s brows knit together. "Of course I’m not after your money. I’m not after anything."
"Peh. Wrong." The brunette chased down the last bit of noodle, cheese and spinach on his plate, then asked Mokuba for his phone, grabbed it, and left the table.
As soon as Kaiba was out of earshot, a thoroughly befuddled Yami asked, "Okay, did I just miss something?"
"Well, technically you’re after Seto," Noa pointed out.
"Well, from what Yugi told me, you’re after something in Seto’s pants." Mokuba waggled his eyebrows, causing his brother to groan.
Yami’s eyes widened and he frowned. "You’re really a little too smart for your own good, you know that? Both of you." He gave a sigh and put down his fork. "Well, I guess that didn’t go over so well. I don’t think Kaiba liked my lasagne."
"Are you kidding? He loved it!" Mokuba said assertively. "I’ve never seen him finish an entire plate of anything, and that was a huge serving you gave him."
"I, er… thought he just wanted to get his phone back."
"You only told him he had to eat it. You didn’t say he had to finish it. And he didn’t turn the phone back on, did he?" Yami thought about it and shook his head. The kid’s good at this, really good.
"And he offered to let you buy whatever you wanted for the kitchen, so that was his way of saying thank you. Yami, I thought you knew him better than that," Noa lightly chided.
"I do. Or at least I did, until I started dating him. Now I’m seeing a whole new side to Kaiba and I’m confused."
Mokuba’s gray eyes danced with amusement. "It’s a good thing we’re on your side then, isn’t it?"
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It took Yami several minutes to find Kaiba once he finished cleaning up in the kitchen. The young CEO had retreated to his home office upstairs and was typing furiously on his laptop when Yami walked in with a tray and two cups of tea.
"Hn. What do you want?" Kaiba asked, never looking up from his computer.
Yami put a mug down by the brunette’s mouse. "You were right, I was lying. I do want something."
"And that would be?"
"I want you. But more than that, I want you to want me too." The typing stopped and blue eyes flickered up momentarily to meet Yami’s crimson gaze. Kaiba took a few quick sips of tea and resumed typing again.
"That piece of shit server’s down again. I can’t believe I have to walk these idiots through fixing the damn problem. Remind me why I pay a bunch of incompetents to do nothing but aggravate me."
The former Pharaoh frowned. "I wouldn’t know."
"Exactly." Kaiba continued to type, grimacing at the screen.
Yami shrugged, took a sip of tea, and sat down on the brunette’s desk. What he really wanted to do was to jump on Kaiba and ravish him silly to get his mind off of work, but seeing that THAT wasn’t going to happen, he decided to just keep talking.
"You know, I had a dream about my past as Pharaoh after our first date."
"That’s all rubbish and you know it," Kaiba automatically responded.
"If it’s all rubbish where in Ra’s name did I suddenly come from? You were there when I got pulled out of the Puzzle, remember? Or do you think you’re hallucinating this entire time? Maybe Noa’s a figment of your imagination as well? Honestly, Kaiba!" The taller duelist merely grunted, having no answer for any of that. "Anyways, I dreamt about myself and my high priest, you know, the one who you’re a reincarnation of."
"Right. Reincarnation. Now that’s bullshit."
Yami scowled and muttered under his breath, "It probably is bullshit, because he was my lover, unlike you."
The typing stopped abruptly, and the crimson-eyed teen winced. Why the HELL did I say that? Good job, idiot, there goes any chance of a relationship right down the drain. He hadn’t meant to blurt that out, but Kaiba kept wavering between being hesitant and quiet to being pigheaded and irritating, and his hormones were going into overdrive, and…
"Well, if that’s how you feel, you know where the front door is. Don't let it hit you on the way out," Kaiba said calmly, though inside he was more than disappointed.
Yami gritted his teeth. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. You’re just…"
"Of course you did. And I’m so glad you’re being honest with me. I wouldn’t have wanted to make the mistake of fucking you and then having you compare my performance to that of some dead guy." I knew it! I knew he just wanted a quick lay, stupid fucking King of Games.
"It’s not like that… I know you’re him but also not him. You’re not his replacement, Kaiba, you’re more like… an extension? It’s hard to explain." Yami rubbed his forehead and dropped his gaze to the rug. "Of course I want to have sex with you… eventually. But that’s not all I want; hell, that’s not even what’s important though my dick tells me otherwise. I mean, I can’t help but be attracted to you physically, but... I want more. I want to know you, Seto Kaiba. I thought I understood you after having dueled against you and beside you for two years. But I was wrong… I only knew the façade you put on when you faced the world." His voice dropped to a near whisper. "And when you’re not acting like a jackass, when you let your walls drop a little, well… I like what I see."
Kaiba stared at his hands on the keyboard. It was fascinating the way some keys lined up vertically and others didn’t. But not as fascinating as…
"Well, thanks for not interrupting and letting me say my piece. Is it all right if I have one of your security staff take me home, or should I ask Jii-chan to come and get me?"
"Well, I suppose I could walk, but that’s a bit harsh, don’t you…"
"Shut up." He shut the laptop and rested his chin on top of folded hands, staring blankly at the wall. Neither one of them said a word for several minutes, then Kaiba stood up and walked around his desk until he was standing in front of Yami, looking down critically at the shorter teen. Yami tilted his chin to look up at him when the brunette suddenly leaned down, lips slightly parted, and kissed him. Yami buried a gasp and responded the best he could, his neck straining as he pressed his mouth firmly against Kaiba’s, the tip of his tongue flicking out slightly to taste the taller duelist’s lips. They were warm and soft and tasted of tea. Before he had a chance to deepen the kiss though, Kaiba pulled away, a bit flushed and out of breath.
"What… what was that for?" Yami whispered dazedly as soon as he found his voice. Great Horus… that was an amazing kiss. Does this mean he understands what I was trying to say?
"I was trying to see whether or not you were telling the truth," Kaiba explained, licking his lips experimentally. Damn, I need to do this more often.
By kissing me? What a lame excuse. I hope he can come up with another lame excuse. "And…?"
I believe you. "I can’t tell. Let me try again." He leaned down and pressed his lips against Yami’s once again.
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After sharing several more kisses, Kaiba declared that the ex-spirit was indeed telling the truth and promptly went back to work on his computer. Yami decided to just kick back in a club chair with a magazine and keep him company, letting the young billionaire use him as a sounding board whenever he got frustrated with his "worthless employees and shitty server." But true to Mokuba’s assurance, the phone did not ring again the rest of the evening.
It took Kaiba almost three hours to resolve the server issue to his satisfaction, and Yami figured that heads would be rolling at KaibaCorp the next day. But the older teen was agreeable to Yami’s suggestion that they head for bed once he finished his troubleshooting session. Again they took turns in the shower, Yami going first, and again the shorter duelist donned Kaiba’s T-shirt before crawling under the covers.
Kaiba came out from the bathroom shortly afterwards and threw himself onto the left side of the bed. "So now that I’m letting you sleep in my bed, are you still going to be here when I wake up?"
Yami turned his head slightly and looked at Kaiba. The brunette stared back at him a little warily. "Of course I’ll be here, if that’s what you want," Yami said softly. I have a feeling I’m going to be saying things like this for a long time. But he couldn't deny that it felt good to be wanted.
Of course that’s what I want; why else would I ask? But I guess I’ll know for sure tomorrow. "Hn. Well, good night then." He slid his head forward on the pillow and gave Yami a quick kiss on the lips, then tapped the remote for the lights, switching them off.
"Good night, Kaiba."
"Seto." Yami turned and arched one brow slightly in the darkness. "If you’re sleeping in my bed and kissing me, shouldn’t you be calling me Seto instead of Kaiba?"
Yami felt a slight smile tugging at his mouth. "I guess you’re right. Good night, Seto."
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June 23, 2005